1, 2, Y'all Lyrics - Memphis Bleek

Yo, look I'm the best rapper not discovered 

The other people raps is weak 

How dey get discovered, ya can't fuck wit me 

Everybody know me, I'm hype to tha D 

Hangin' with the R O C, we in the place to be 

Chillin' in the back of the club, popin' bub 

When my spinnaz keep spinnin' all the 

Ladies show me love I'm here to takeover 

I was originally suppose to replace hova 

Not slim thug , east cost rappers weak 

They can't hang with me, B hype, D tha name 

Fuck all y'all lames, I was sent to take ya fame 

And change the game yo, I can spit a verse 

But if these wack ass rappers stay in the game 

This shit is gonna get worse one day I'm a make it big 

I'm the best and this goes down to all my niggz, ohh 

We pull up in them big boy trucks, big boy drops 

We be the only young boys that the big boys watch 

Neef and C official like a ref wit a whistle 

Protect shit a nickel, it's death on a whistle 

Lose breath when I hit you, your best bet is to get through 

Fuck outta the lane I'm much outta my pain 

The stronger the game is quicker, live by the code fool 

Dinner time cold food, aim is sicker, much faster, blast ya 

Tearin' ya niggaz, we don't discriminate 

Hoes get the same as niggaz, comin' straight 

Out the north of death we give a fuck about a level 

We extort the best, who's the boss, nigga? 

I came to set it off, came to jump off 

Nigga, I came to set a nine off 

Maybe, a A.K., I ain't here to play 

I just want to have it my way 

I don't face no fear, I'm the rapper of the year 

So respect me, nigga 

It's gettin' hot so the shorts is on 

Gotta tote the snub it's too warm for the long, nigga 

You could pass me to baby's zoo 

One shot'll turn a nigga face into baby food, blah 

Get it clear, now, why they lookin' for Saddam? 

Weapons of mass destruction is here, I got a few in my hood 

In case, a nigga ever get the feelin' and he think that he could 

Or would, pull skeet on me, I could show you first hand what's a felony 

And a hobby and the process of gettin' money is nothing 

I'm not Sosa, but the dogs is coming, this is not, not 

No, no, motherfucking game, entertain you motherfuckers 

Is not why I came? It's R O C and M O P 

I wipe floors wit little niggas for fuckin' wit my team 

Time to set it off, nigga 

Time to set it off, nigga 

Time to set it off, nigga 

Time to set it off, nigga 

Time to set it off, nigga 

Yo, check it, shit, I'm here now, where it's at? 

I'm there now, when I walk through the club 

The real have stare downs and I walk by 

Lil' nigga, play the short guy, pockets is grown 

When I cock it, it's on, you believe that 

All the chickenz be where, the treez at 

Car hopping bitches be where the V's at 

I plot to get mo, stacks and a crib 

Sometimes, I hear that Ele hold a gat in the crib 

Can't relax in the crib, niggaz, did max bids 

Niggaz, clap shit, ain't no acting in this 

You a playa? Well nigga who you working for? 

'Cuz who coachin that team that you be otin for? 

When I ride by, I know' you looking to spray me 

But I got a ghetto bird that go half on a three eighty 

It's the game of life, you it, so play it right 

Bitches like you, Memph Bleek, yeah, right 

Do that one , two, y'all there go the last call 

I'm a ghetto nigga, hand always on my trigga 

Now look all these, niggaz think they dat nigga 

Well, you know, what I came for, ohh? 

Time to set it off, nigga 

Time to set it off, nigga 

Time to set it off, nigga 

Time to set it off, nigga 

Time to set it off, nigga 

Yessuh, y'all know, who the next up 

Hopping out them thangs wit the fresh cuts, fresh, come on 

Watch right, nice bright, fin to do the rest up 

This that knock, wit Swizz and the gunnaz connect up 

Big homie president, y'all can hang the rest up 

Yessuh, it's me, N E double to F up 

Young gunz, nigga indeed, double your bets up 

We double them tecs up, we silence the violence 

Nigga, you fucked if you messed up 

I'm in the S 5, all black, no tint 

With a nice dime, all ass, no tits 

Still, rippin' the glock, Bleek, playin' the block 

Fuckin' with mine, M E M, gettin' it hot 

I'm so rich that I'm sittin' on the lock 

Me and the Roc be switchin' lanes in 

The maybach , nigga, I'm hot ain't fake 

Ya raps is fake so do the jump off then nigga set it off 

Time to set it off, nigga 

Time to set it off, nigga 

Time to set it off, nigga 

Time to set it off, nigga 

Time to set it off, nigga 

It's the Roc mutha fuckas, you bitch ass bastards